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| With his bow the God of Love pierced me
while I was gazing at a Flower that pleased me,
the Flower that Lady Courtesy had planted
in the garden of Pleasure. Love came
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| so quickly that it seemed to me he flew,
and said: “I have you in my power.”
Then as was his pleasure, and no desire of mine,
he wounded me with five arrows.
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| The first, named Beauty, passed my eyes
and transfixed my heart; the second, Angel-Like,
gave me a bitter chill;
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| the third without doubt was Courtesy;
the fourth, Social Grace, caused pain;
the fifth is called Good Hope.
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